Nese was about to speak but stopped.
He had seen Keqier put forward those mysterious, profound and inspired theories with ease. Even the teachers present at the time agreed with those theories.
And he's an angel.
High-level immortal energy creatures like angels should have powerful natural abilities no matter what. Especially compared to him, a guy who has just transformed into an energy creature and is still not very adaptable...
Nese didn't want him to have any disrespectful thoughts, but he still couldn't help but think -
Why did he step into the red stream alone, and now the two of them are hanging here?
He faced the red water and the feeling of wanting to scratch his back, and looked at Ke Qier.
Angel Quan was sharing with him the same weak sapling on the cliff wall - this sapling didn't even have a second branch.
One of Kezier's wings was drooping, and one of its wings was curled up convulsively.
In the energy field of vision, the threads of order energy that outlined his outline were very sparse at this time, and looked like they were about to break at any time. The wound on his shoulder had a bunch of geometric symbols superimposed on top of each other in a mess - they were the law-blocking spells maintained by Nesse with his own magic power.
There are three colors of green, dark, and crimson surging back and forth under the sealed wound.
The destructive energy has not yet been eradicated...it is constantly damaging the angel from within, weakening him...
besides.
The power of disorder is everywhere in hell. The eyeball cores surrounded by black clouds all looked this way, slowly approaching Ke Qil as if attracted by magnets, and clinging to his body like black hairballs.
Nese realized the seriousness of the problem.
Not just injured. He also left the protected Disaster Stone Floating Island and lost the horn chain left by Yi Cha. The natural environmental energy of the chaotic hell will spontaneously and gradually erode this low-ranking angel.
No wonder Ke Qier said there was no way... Angel indeed didn't have much remaining power.
The issue is.
Neither did the Warlock himself.
Not just because of the need to maintain the mana seal on Keqier's wound.
The red river water splashed down by Huo Lei Zhe Sang made people feel itchy all over, and at the same time, it was also draining his physical strength silently.
At this moment, Nese felt that her palms were getting slippery and the impact of the river water was becoming more and more unbearable.
A gray and cold feeling began to rise in his heart.
It seems like nothing I do is of any use.
The sounds in my ears started to get blurry.
It's better to just let go and fall...
This thought made him tremble and startle.
Only then did Nese realize that most of his hand holding the sapling had slipped. Ke Qier opposite had a sleepy expression.
A hissing sound like a dying breath came from beneath him.
He looked down and saw several pale insect waves spreading out from the bottom of the abyss at some point, twisting and crawling towards them along the cliff.
"Angel! Wake up!"
There was no time for civility anymore, so he gave Keqier a hard uppercut in the face.
"Hmm..." the angel hummed.
Nese began to desperately try to pull himself up the small tree.
This small tree seems to have not grown up at all, its body is soft, and coupled with the erosion of the river, everything within reach is wet and slippery. He grabbed and kicked until he almost collapsed, and he could only put his two arms on it.
The pale insect swarm was approaching very quickly, and one could almost clearly see the writhing shapes - some were like chickens that were half-hatched and roasted, some had deformed human faces, Some don't.
Nese resisted the itching and poured a handful of red river water into her hands.
I need something that can be used as a mirror to cast long-distance information spells, so I ask Yicha for help.
He had no intention of harassing his teacher.
Damn it. This made him feel ashamed. How he wished he could resolve this matter himself.
In order to keep the small patch of water calm, he stretched his head over the pool of water in his hand to resist the current.
Then look into the palm.
Nese felt that the blood all over her body had solidified.
The water reflected nothing.
His facial features and head are blocked, thus creating the shadow that should be produced. No matter how bad a mirror is, it should at least be able to see these.
Nothing at all.
The water surface was misty and bright red.
This red water doesn't reflect anything...this weird creek from hell!
Be sure to keep walking close to the forest. Be sure to avoid the red creek.
Damn it.
"The Hitchhiker's Guide to Chaos and Hell", you should listen to that book.
As soon as he woke up, he should have dragged Ke Qil in the direction of the strange woods and left this place first.
"How can we get back to the edge of the forest..."
He didn't realize he said the words.
"You're in the forest."
said a thin voice.
Nese looked at Keqil with wide eyes, and the liquid in her hand leaked from the gaps between her unconsciously opened fingers.
The angel was also looking at him blankly. The words just now were obviously not spoken by Ke Qier.
"Your voice has become so thin," said Kircher.
"not me."
"Not me either."
"It's me." said the thin voice.
"who?"
"It's not me." Keqier said again.
"Heh. Me."
Nese looked down at the small tree sandwiched between his arms.
"I. How many times should I say this? Are you deaf?" Xiaoshu said angrily.
Nesse said nothing.
"I'm sorry, it turned out to be you. I didn't know you were here. I'm so sorry."
Ke Qier's dim eyes shone with light, and his trembling hands tried to gently caress the bark of the tree, "Hello. I have admired your name for a long time."
Nese still didn't speak.
how to say……
He suddenly felt that this conversation had become both difficult to understand and difficult to insert.
But the conversation ignored him and went on.
"Oh. A little angel. He has heard of me!" Xiaoshu said.
"The Great Alexander Hanged Ghost," Keqier said, "Your wonderful legend has been passed down to this day, and everyone will never forget it."
The little tree let out a burst of triumphant laughter that resembled the shaking of leaves.
"Huh. You're lucky. I'm in better temper now. You'd better know what I mean. You're doing well. Come on in."
Where to go? Nese originally wanted to ask.
But soon there will be no need to ask.
Cack, squeak, squeak——
The sound of strips snapping and bark breaking.
The small tree quickly grew thicker and thicker, until it was as wide as an eight-horse carriage. The tip of the pale insect swarm was blocked underneath as soon as it touched a nearby location.
At the same time, elastic branches grew from the treetops, and the angels and warlocks were roughly lifted up and thrown onto the trunk where the space was already very abundant.
A small tree - no, a super big tree. Its roots submerged into the cliff separated into an eaves-like piece with a "click" and stretched upward. The red water splashing by Huo Lei Zhe Sang was perfectly blocked.
A faint cave entrance appeared in front of the two people.
Ke Qier didn't look back and walked in without hesitation.
Nesai tried hard to suppress her emotions, once again.
Then quickly followed.
…
"This tree is called the Alexander Hanged Man? Why?"
After turning a dark corner, Nese asked Keqier in a low voice.
"What tree?" Ke Qier said in surprise.
The sorcerer thought that one of them was mad.
The angel scratched his hair, and a faint halo suddenly lit up above his head.
Although not too bright, this little light still illuminates the nearby space.
The cave is so high that it cannot reach the top, and it is so deep that no edge can be seen.
There are countless long and thick tree trunks crisscrossing it, densely packed branches and leaves dripping with sticky liquid, and tree roots twisting out of the ground like a riverbed, spreading forward to the depths.
Thousands of dirty flowers with patterns like crying faces, with burnt edges, were in full bloom. Touched by the angel's divine radiance, all the flowers shed tears like insect eggs.
"The Hanged Man of Alexandria," said Cozier, "is an underground forest as old as Hell."
